Touch Of The Master’s Hand (Live)

Touch of the Master's Hand - Live (Live) - The Booth Brothers

Written by：John Kramp

Well it was battered and scarred

And the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while

To waste much time on the old violin

Held it up with a smile

He said it sure ain't much but its all we've got left

I guess we ought to sell it too

Oh now who'll start the bid on this old violin

Just one more and we'll be through

And then he cried one give me one dollar

Who'll make it two

Only two dollars

Who'll make it three

Three dollars twice now that's a good price

Who's gonna bid for me

Raise up your hand now don't wait any longer

The auction's about to end

Who's got four just one dollar more

To bid on this old violin

Well the air was hot and the people stood around

As the sun was setting low

And from the back of the crowd a gray haired man came forward

And picked up the bow

He wiped the dust from the old violin

And he tightened up the strings

And then he played out a melody pure and sweet

Sweeter than the angels sing

And then the music stopped

And the auctioneer with a voice that was quiet and low

He said what am I bid for this old violin

And he held it up with a bow

Then he cried out one give me one thousand

Who'll make it two

Only two thousand

Who'll make it three

Three thousand twice you know that's a good price

Who's gonna bid for me

And the people cried out

What made the change

We don't understand

Then the auctioneer stopped and said with a smile

It was the touch of the master's hand

You know there's many a man with his life out of tune

Battered and scarred with sin

And he's auctioned cheap to a thankless world much

Like that old violin

But then the master comes and the old foolish crowd

They never understand

The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought

Just by one touch of the master's hand

Then he cried out one give me one thousand

Who'll make it two

Only two thousand

Who'll make it three

Three thousand twice

You know that's a good price

Come on who's gonna bid for me

And the people cried out

What made the change

We don't understand

Then the auctioneer stopped and said with a smile

It was the touch

It was the touch of the master's hand